As he pondered over it, he decided to meet the guy who's been making his subordinates act up recently.
The meeting place was directly chosen at West Fire Grass's residence.
It turned out that West Fire Grass had just managed to finish socializing with those guys who wanted to ride the wave and make money when he returned home, ready to snuggle with his newly developed AI girlfriend.
Before he even opened the door, he was pulled in and pinned to the ground.
"Damn it, who is it!"
West Fire Grass's mouth was full of dust.
"Don't you know I work for the Cuban Tai-jun? I think you've got some real nerve!"
Tai-jun?
What kind of honorific is that?
Even translation software couldn't figure out what Tai-jun was, just taking it as a Japanese filler word.
The lights were switched on, and the once pitch-dark villa became bright in an instant. The hands pressing West Fire Grass down slightly relaxed, allowing him to get up.
